Chapter 116: Middle-Aged Wizard
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Why was the second "fireball" released without the option to synergize it with the skill tree? While the attack was instantaneous, it could be devastating in a split-second shoot off against his opponent
It took a while for Abel to find another quill rat. This time, instead of activating the spell in his mind first, he decided to do it manually. The Horadric Cube didn't react this time. It didn't help him finish drawing the spell pattern, so it took him about 2 minutes to finish drawing up the whole spell.
"O the passionate elf of fire, please lend me your strength! O the element of fire, under the command of the elf, you shall become an indestructible ball of flame!"
With the same amount of power as the last one, the fireball burnt off half of the body of the quill rat. Needless to say, the preparation time required was drastically different. If Abel was fighting another version of himself, the outcome would be very obvious.
The instant 'fireball' spell could be fired four times in a row. Judging from how durable the quill rat was, Abel could certainly destroy an elite's knight armor (combat qi included) within split seconds. If Abel's total mana capacity increased, he could launch more 'fireball,' and his offensive ability would be double of where he was currently at.
Watching as the quill rat struggle with half of its body burnt off, Abel ended its life with another fireball. He felt kind of drained after doing this. He wasn't exhausted physically, per se, but was mentally exhausted as he ran out of mana.
Abel returned to Rogue's Encampment. He looked at the hourglass on the ground. He should be leaving now. As he opened up his Scroll of Town Portal, and an oval portal filled with ripples appeared in front of him. When he stepped inside the portal, he could feel his head spinning from top to bottom. It was a little different from last time, though.
During his stay in the Rogue's Encampment this time, Abel's spent about ten days in total. Since he was a 13-year-old boy, while he couldn't feel his body growing up, he could feel something happening to his body while he was inside the portal. His frame (bones) was starting to shrink, and some life force was replenished while this was happening.
As Abel returned to his room in the mansion located at Triumph Boulevard, he could feel his body returning to the same state as when he had just left. So that's what it was. All the height he's grown during his stay at Rogue's Encampment was now reverted.
Abel was an intermediate knight. That being said, he was very sensitive to all the changes that were happening to his body. During the ten days in Rogue's Encampment, his body grew at a pace that was very hard for him to notice. However, as long as he went back to this world with the Scroll of Town Portal, his body would be the same as when he had just left.
The Rogue's Encampment was a trial place between heaven and hell. It was under the direct influence of the Power of the Rule, which was not something that Abel could understand. It probably had the power to alter time. Maybe that was it.
"Wait, what about the progress I've made over these ten days?" Abel gasped. As soon as his finger extended in space, a 'fireball' pattern appeared.
A fireball appeared in his hand. He was inside his room, though. As Abel tried to resist the burning sensation, he kicked the window open and threw the fireball into the sky.
"Don't throw your spells around, Child!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Abel. He was wearing a white robe that was laced with gold rims. As he scolded at Abel, he stretched out his hand and shot out a white halo from his hand. The halo hit the fireball that Abel shot, and the fireball exploded in midair before it shot to the ground like a meteorite.
Abel didn't know how to react. Only Hoover, the head commander of knights, was capable of showing up in such a fashion. This middle-aged man must be at the same level as Hoover. He was definitely not a knight, though. He was probably a wizard, judging from the way mana was released from his body.
"With all due respect, what title should I refer to you as, sir?" Abel said, bowed. He wasn't able to bow like a nobleman because of the armor he was wearing, but he still gave him a bow that belonged to the knights.
"Didn't your mentor tell you not to use spells inside the city?" The man stared at Abel coldly.
With that stern look on the man's face, a mighty pressure came pouring over Abel's mind. Almost instinctively, the golden combat qi in his body surged across his body, and the first-level apprentice wizard magic pattern glowed inside his mind. Something was telling him not to reserve any strength.
The wizard realized how frightening he was being, and decided to ease down the aura he was releasing. To his surprise, the young man in front of him could still stand on both of his legs.
As the middle-aged wizard was easing the pressure on him, Abel let a long sigh of relief. Because of how exhausted he was becoming, all his muscles were tensing up, and his back was completely drenched in cold sweat.
"I don't have a teacher, Sir," Abel replied, meanwhile trying to suppress the headache he was having from a lack of mana.
"Who taught you how to cast spells, then?" the middle-aged wizard asked with a slightly surprised tone.
Because of how muscular Abel was, most people would think that he was at least fifteen years old. His appearance was not relevant to the middle-aged wizard, though. From observing Abel's life force, he could tell that the boy was only around thirteen years of age. If Abel didn't have a good teacher, it would be impossible for him to cast any spells.
"I am a sorcerer's apprentice of Sam's fifth-level apprentice at the Yveline's Magic Tower, Sir" Abel explained.
Of course, the man knew what a sorcerer's apprentice was. As long as Abel was called by this title in the magic tower, he was nothing more than a servant of a wizard's student.
"Oh, didn't Sam tell you not to use spells in the city?"
After hearing that Abel didn't have a teacher and that he was helping out his old friend's fourth disciple, the middle-aged wizard softened his voice for a bit.
"I'm sorry, Sir. This is completely my fault. It has nothing to do with Sam." Abel quickly explained, "Please, I assure you, he has nothing to do with this. I learned how to cast "fireball" just then, so he knows nothing about it."
Seeing how hard Abel was trying to put the blame to himself, the middle-aged wizard changed his impression of this young boy. Not only was Abel polite and educated, but he was also a responsible boy who was willing to carry his own faults.
"How long have you been studying magic, young man?" The middle-aged wizard asked softly.
"Three days!" Abel replied, but changed his tone after looking at the Sun for a bit, "Four days, I meant!"
"Four days?" the middle-aged wizard frowned. If Abel had spent just four days learning how to cast "fireball," he would be an absolute genius. If what he was claiming was true, how was he a sorcerer's apprentice at the Yvelines magic tower?
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Chapter 117
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Chapter 117: So, What Now?
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"Sir, I'm telling the truth. I was just accepted into the Yveline Magic Tower four days ago."
As Abel tried his best not to let any blame go to Sam, he tried to be honest as he could to the wizard in front of him.
"Did you learn the 'fireball' spell in just four days?" the wizard asked, and Abel kept nodding his head."
The wizard seemed to be reminded of something, "You haven't met the Wizard of Yveline yet, have you?"
"No, I haven't, sir."
At least the wizard was starting to ask about something else. Abel began to sigh in relief. The wizard was putting too much pressure on him.
"Show me your 'fireball' here," the wizard said.
"Here?" Abel looked around him. He was just told that spells were not allowed in the city.
"Yes, right here!" the wizard laughed and then said, 'I'm not leaving any time soon. You'll be fine.'
"Yes, sir," Abel complied. On the inside, he was complaining about how much trouble this wizard was giving him till now. Hopefully, he wouldn't charged of violating the same rule twice.
The wizard persisted as though he knew what Abel was thinking. "Hurry up!" he said and released his overwhelming aura again.
Out of instinctual fear, Abel reached out his fingers and immediately drew a 'fireball' spell pattern. The fireball was then released towards a nearby tree
Boom. The decades-old tree had a huge dent in it before it started burning up. Abel knew he made a mistake here. He should've shot the fireball manually and go into automatic mode.
The middle-aged wizard stared at Abel with a stunned look. It was almost impossible to master a 'fireball' spell within four days, let alone shooting it in split seconds. Yes, even if it was the most basic and lowest-level spell in the entire spell system. He should invite Abel into his magic tower, so he started thinking. Any sooner, and someone was going to take this genius before him.
"You didn't say any enchantments," The wizard threw a skeptical look at Abel.
"No, sir." Abel thought for a moment and then said, "The spell I've used is made by the high elves, which I have learned before. If I want to cast "fireball," I just have to say enchantments in my mind."
When the wizard destroyed his fireball in the air, he didn't say any enchantments either. He wasn't sure how he did the same thing. However, and it wasn't like he could just reveal the existence of the Horadric Cube.
The middle-aged wizard shook his head and looked at Abel, "Young man, don't lie to me. I have never heard of anyone who speaks the noble tongue of the elves."
Oh, so that's what was. Abel thought that he had said something wrong, but the wizard was just asking about the noble tongue of the elves.
"Sir, I do have a grasp of the noble tongue of the elves," Abel responded with a line from the high elves' language.
Although the wizard didn't understand what Abel was saying, he was able to distinguish a few words from leaning spells of the same language. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as his doubts were resolved.
"Young man, what's your name?"
"My name is Abel, Abel Harry," Abel replied.
"Abel? Maybe I have heard the name," the wizard replied as he didn't care for things not related to magic, "My name is Morton. You can come to the Morton Magic Tower tomorrow. I will be waiting for you there."
Abel was shocked when he heard the name "Morton." Not a lot of people have mentioned this name, but everyone who did had this admiring look on their faces. Yes, Mortin. He was the most powerful wizard in all of the Duchy of Carmel. He was an intermediate wizard with a level of 11 lived in the tallest one out of the three magic towers.
He felt excited and happy in his heart, but he was already an apprentice of Sam. Leaving the Yveline magic tower just didn't seem right to him.
'Dear Morton Wizard, although I am longing for the Morton Magic Tower, I'm afraid I need to explain everything to Sam first. Without his permission, I don't think it's right to go to your Magic Tower."
"Oh, of course, I'll talk to Yveline about it myself. Just go tell Sam, and he'll let you go," Morton said confidently. He didn't think that Sam would try to stop him from inviting anyone over.
"Do you live here?" Morton asked as he finally noticed his surroundings.
"Yes, this is my temporary residence in Bakong,"
"Oh! You come from a wealthy family, I see. Very good. You'll need quite some gold to help with your wizard training."
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I forgot to invite you to come in," Abel gestured the wizard to come in. It seemed kind of funny since he was wearing a full set of armor.
Abel didn't think that Morton would come in. It was hard to see such a huge celebrity at all, let alone treating them to a cup of tea or something. Morton might just flat-out reject him, but he might as well ask first.
Morton was already inside the house, however, and had a wide smile on his face. "How could I decline such a generous offer? Sure, I'll come in and have a seat," he said.
Abel opened the door and led Morton to the guest room. Ken suddenly appeared.
"Is there anything I can do for you, master?" Ken came over and asked.
"Bring a bottle of red wine from my room and prepare some desserts." Abel turned to look at Morton and asked, "Or would you like something else, Sir Morton?"
"No, it's up to you," Morton replied. He was more interested in how the rooms were decorated.
This mansion was obtained from the royal family, and the interior layouts were all the finest of their kind—the leather sofa and oil paintings on the wall, and even the cups. Everything here was worth so much more gold than what ordinary nobles could get.
Morton didn't expect to find such a rich student. Oh well, at least he wouldn't have any financial problems in the near future.
After a while, Ken brought some servants to put on some desserts. Although they were not as delicate as those in the magic tower, Ken clearly put in quite some effort into them.
Ken opened the bottle of wine and poured it into the decanter. He looked at Abel and asked, "Should the wine be served now or later, sir?"
"Let's have it now," Morton said before Abel said anything.
Ken saw that this guest was very important. Although he didn't know where the guest came from, Abel's attitude had explained everything.
"Yes, sir." Ken poured red wine in two wine glasses, then bowed back.
"Why do you want to be a wizard?" Morton held up his glass.
"I want to live longer, Sir Morton. I've heard that wizards can live up to 300 years old, and I really like to live as long as I can."
While Abel couldn't tell Morton about the Scroll of Town Portal, he would definitely like to live a lot longer. He needed as much time as he could to go back to China.
"Ha!" Morton laughed as he took a sip of red wine, "A lot of youngsters chose to become wizards because they want to live longer. It wasn't actually themselves who want to live longer, most of the time. It's usually their family who asked for it. And you, you're kind of a special case, I suppose. At an age as young as yours, I wouldn't expect you to think much about living longer."
"Huh?" The wizard stopped his hand suddenly. He sniffed the wine with his nose and took another sip, meanwhile slowly savoring it in his mouth.
Abel didn't say anything. The red wine that Morton drank was synthesized by his Horadric Cube. He didn't want anyone to find out about the Horadric Cube, but such an important guest should only be treated with the best beverage in the house.
"Do you have any more of this wine?" Morton asked straightforwardly.
"Of course, there are a few bottles in my room. You can bring them all back if you want."
As it turned out, Morton liked red wine.
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Chapter 118
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Chapter 118: Compensation
As he looked at the four bottles of red wine Abel gave, the Wizard of Morton was surprised. He stated with a burst of laughter, "You have just been to the Tower of Magic, why did you leave?"
The wizard was a little worried about him. Although the nobles' children knew a lot and were more polite, most of them did not have strong perseverance, especially the boring life in the magic tower.
"Dear Morton Wizard, I need to go to the noble arbitral tribunal for two compensation matters!" Abel explained.
"Somebody asked you for compensation?"Wizard of Morton asked.
"No, it's compensation for me," Abel said with a smile.
"You haven't become a member of the Magic Guild. Getting some compensations are good things." Morton Wizard laughed.
The Wizard of Morton treated Abel as one of his magic towers' members, but he was still worried about the child going there. He took a sign from his pocket and said, "Hang this on your waist. This is proof of my magic tower. I'll know it when you go to the magic tower tomorrow. "After a pause, he smiled again and said," if you hang it in Gangba City, you will not get into any trouble. "
"Thank you!" Abel took the sign with both hands. This sign was very similar to the identity card that Abel used at the Evelyn Tower, except the exterior of the pattern was different. It had a tree carved on it, and each branch of the tree are all exquisite.
"I'm leaving." The wizard Morton carried four bottles of red wine, he flickered and disappeared from the sitting room.
Abel looked enviously at the way the Wizard of Morton disappeared. Was this the ability of the intermediate wizard?
"Abel, can you bring me?" Lorraine asked softly when she saw Abel, who was wearing a noble gown.
Abel looked at Lorraine and found that her clothes were not gorgeous, but very ordinary clothing, and he started feeling guilty that He didn't care enough for Lorraine.
"Lorraine, come with me, I will buy some clothes for you," Abel looked at Lorraine and said
After hearing that, Lorraine's eyes sparked and narrow because of a smile. Abel could see how great the attractiveness of beautiful clothes to the girls.
The air-conditioning in the carriage was turned on the maximum. Compared to the previous carriage, this one was very special. It was painted black, and an oriental five-claw dragon was carved at the top. In many instances, other carriage had to give way to it.
The carriage was walking on the way to the aristocratic arbitral tribunal, and there weren't many people on the road. The terrible institution of the aristocratic arbitral tribunal made the reputation of this street very bad.
"Master, someone blocked the road ahead." Ken's voice came.
Abel stuck his head out of the window and glanced forward. It was the royal cavalry, an army that had fought many times with Abel.
"Honor Baron, my master is waiting for you in the aristocratic arbitral tribunal!" A middle-aged man, like a steward, walked out from behind the cavalry.
"Who is your master?" Abel was a little strange. The royal family had a bad relationship with him. How could they be waiting for him?
"My master is His Excellency the High Duchy of the Principality of Camai, Riandel George, the future King of the Principality of Camai!" The middle-aged man's tone showed great pride.
"His Royal Highness Liandre?" Abel did not expect that the prince would be waiting for him. He, who was about to begin the ceremony, should be his busiest time recently.
Abel jumped out of the carriage and turned to ask Lorrain: "Lorraine, are you going with me or staying in the carriage?"
"I'm just waiting for Abel here. I don't like the feeling here." As an elf, Lorriane came and felt the coldness here. She could feel countless creatures crying.
"Okay, then you will be here for a while, and I will be back soon," Abel turned and looked at the followed ten black armor fighters, "You stay here and protect Lorraine."
"Yes, sir." The ten black-armored soldiers neatly saluted.
"Lead the way!" Abel looked at the middle-aged man and said.
"This way," The middle-aged man led the way, and Abel followed.
At the back of the royal cavalry, six gold armored knights of the Kingdom Guards guarded at the gate of the noble arbitration court appeared. Abel knew that these gold armored knights were senior with just a glance. His Royal Highness was quite fearful!
After sighing, Abel walked into the aristocratic arbitration tribunal and saw that the prince, dressed in a Chinese suit, had already stepped forward to welcome him.
"His Royal Highness Prince, it's a great honor to see you!" Aberishley answered first.
"Dear Baron Abel, I apologize for the, say, unpleasantness between the royal family and you, and cause you much trouble!" His Royal Highness Ryandale George gave courtesy and apologized to the Abel ceremony.
Abel started wondering. The last thing was resolved, and we just left only some compensation matters. How could the High Prince's attitude be so humble and he would come here to apologize in person, wouldn't he want to reduce the compensation? Just an apology?
The prince did not want to be here. He would become the King in a few days. But he had many trivialities, and he heard reports that Baron Abel would come to the noble arbitral tribunal for compensation, so he just came to wait in person.
The reason for the appearance of His Highness Liandre George was very simple– the relationship between Captain Hoover and Abel. The Hoover Knight had a very high status, but that time it was very rare that he appeared for Abel, which also showed that he and Abel have an extraordinary relationship.
The Knight of Hoover had supported him to be the king so that he could defeat his brothers and get the throne of the king, so this time, he had to take time out of his busy schedule to work with Abel.
Abel found the knight commander who had fought against him that day behind the prince. Although he did not know the name of the knight, Abel said politely: " Lord Knight, glad to meet you again! "
"Honor Baron Abel, I'm very sorry for my reckless behavior that day!" The commander commanded a solemn manner to Abel.
This was a very formal apology etiquette, and this ceremony could only be performed on people who have a higher identity than themselves. This was a surprise for everyone in the hall.
He was the Cavalier Commander, the most important high-end combat power in the kingdom. No matter how honorable Abel was, it was not worthy of this commander to give such a solemn manner.
Abel felt strange, but he quickly responded: "Everything has been resolved, and you just completed your task."
"Thank you for your forgiveness!" The knight finished his apology etiquette.
"Dear Justice and Order Servant Referee, very nice to meet you!" Abel salutes two middle-aged men wearing uniforms painted with the Statue of Justice and Order.
"Hello, Baron Abel!" It was the referee who dealt with Abel's family conflict yesterday.
When Abel spoke to the referee, His Royal Highness Liandre George's eyes looked strangely to the Cavaliers. This time, he took the Cavaliers with him just for protecting him, but he did not expect for him to apologize to Abel in such a solemn manner!
The knight made a wink at His Royal Highness Liandre George and let him look at Abel's waist, where a sign hung.
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Chapter 119
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Chapter 119: Kind Regard From the Eldest Prince
Prince Liandre's George squinted his eyes as he saw what Abel was holding. He was a crucial member of the Royal Family. Of course, he knew what the card was. It was the identity card of the intermediate wizard, Morton, who was the guardian wizard of this Duchy and the most powerful guardian wizard in the state.
Why would Abel have anything to do with the Morton Magic Tower?
From the intel that Prince Liandre received, Abel was just a wizard apprentice in the Yveline Tower.
And now this. The amount of compensation would have to change because of that. The future king was not too stingy about his money. If anything, he was looking to getting along with Wizard Morton. If Morton could become one of his trusted "friends," he would've needed a lot fewer guards whenever he went outside the palace.
"Pardon me," Prince Liandre George smiled and said to Abel, "About the compensation. There has been a tiny change if you don't mind."
Abel frowned a bit when he heard this. Did the prince really come here to bargain with him for some money? Just how poor was the Duchy becoming?
"Um, you see," prince Liandre George continued, "It's about the vineyard you were meant to receive. I didn't think it's good enough for compensation, so I decided to replace it with the Cotter Winehouse. If you will, the Royal Palace would like to make a more sincere apology."
Abel knew about the Cotter Winehouse. It was one of the best wine houses in the entire Duchy of Carmel. He had a lot of fine wine from there, actually, in his collection in the Triumph Boulevard mansion.
"You are too kind, you Highness," Abel thanked Liandre sincerely.
"As long as you like it, my dear Sir Abel!" Prince George Liandre replied. Judging from the smile on Abel's face, he knew his plan had worked. The cost might be a little higher than expected, but Abel clearly couldn't say no to him.
'Well, then," Prince Liandre reached out his right hand towards Abel, then turned to look at the two judges in court, "Let's settle this in front of the Goddess of Justice and Order. From this point onward, there shall be no conflict between us. I hope we can become good friends, Sir Abel."
'Yes, Your Highness. There will be no more conflicts between us. I'm honored to be your friend!'
As Abel reached out his hand as well, the two shook hands in the air and declared their friendship to the public.
"Very well," the jury said solemnly, "By the goddess of Justice and Order, a contract has been agreed upon!"
A contract was agreed between the two parties. In a society such as this, shaking hands was a common way to resolve conflicts. Once the act was officially acknowledged, neither side would have permission to bring up the conflict in the future.
"You'll have to excuse me, Sir Abel. I have some business to attend to after this," Prince Liandre said. Since the court hearing was settled, there really wasn't a reason for him to stay any longer.
"Yes, Your Highness. I wish you a pleasant day." Abel said and farewelled Prince Liandre with a bow.
While Prince Liandre had left, the middle-aged man who brought Abel here stayed. It was now his turn to have a negotiation with Ken. Since the Cotter Winehouse was handed over to Abel so quickly, a lot of deals had to be arranged.
Abel didn't care too much about the handover. He was a nobleman. He would be laughed at if he joined in a business negotiation like this. Instead, he turned towards the judge and asked, "About the Benson Family, has their compensation arrived yet?"
The judge replied with a smile, 'Yes, Sir Abel. The head of Benson Family has just sent them yesterday!"
The judge didn't know who exactly Abel was. He could make a lot of guesses after seeing how polite Prince Liandre (and the knight commander) was to him, but one thing was certain: "Sir Abel" was not a simple nobody. Even the prince had to show some respect to him.
"All right, then. Let's get everything sorted today," Abel said with satisfaction. He was happy with how things were running so smoothly, especially with how cooperative the Benson Family had been with him.
"Yes, Sir. I shall send someone to your butler about this," The referee replied.
Abel stood for a while as he waited for Ken to handle the transfer. While doing so, one of the court staff passed him a cup of coffee.
Abel did some math while he was waiting for Ken. Honestly, he was quite a wealthy man now. He had two vineyards in Bakong City, two shops at Tian Jin Avenue, and one vineyard at his Triumph Boulevard mansion (the Cotter Winehouse).
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Loraine," Abel said apologetically to Loraine. He didn't think this court hearing would take so long. Loraine was waiting in the carriage the whole time he was inside the noble arbitral tribunal.
"It's okay, Abel! You didn't keep me waiting for too long," Loraine smiled like always. For reasons she wasn't sure of, she actually liked the feeling of waiting for Abel. Besides, it was already a joy for her to be able to go outside with him.
"Let's go buy a lo~t of pretty clothes now, okay, Loraine?" Abel laughed in a rather exaggerated way.
"A lo~t? Isn't that kind of expensive?" Loraine looked at Abel.
Abel started messing up Lorain's hair with his hand, "I got a lo~t of gold coins just then, do you understand? And since you've come here with me, how can I not share them with you?"
Loraine didn't like Abel messing up her hair. She turned her head away from his hand, but the smile on her face was full of joy.
"What about this one? Do you like this one, Loraine? Let's buy some clothes here."
Abel didn't know much about women's clothing. It was the same for Ken as well, but he did a lot of scouting since he first came to Bakong City. He was a professional butler, after all, so it wasn't hard for him to find the most popular shop here.
"Don't worry about size," Abel said to Ken, "We'll hire a tailor when we head home,"
Abel and Ken were both nobles. That being said, the City they've lived in wasn't exactly in the top tier, and the quality of life was quite different in Bakong City. While it was much more convenient here, Abel didn't know anyone. He didn't know any tailor who could customize clothes for him, and it wasn't like he had the time, either. Thus, it was up to Ken to find the right person for him.
As they entered the best women's clothing shop at Tian Jin Avenue, Abel saw some clothes that he was very familiar with. Actually, it was quite similar to what they had back on Earth. There were fancy dresses, ordinary clothes, some women's underwear, and they were all hung up for display.
"Anything I can help you with, Sir?" a beautiful stewardess bowed and asked.
"Yes," Abel said, "Uh, a lot, actually. Can you help my little sister pick out some clothes? We need every type that you have."
"Yes, you've got it, Sir!" the stewardess said with brightened eyes, and her smile became even more professional towards the rich customers in front of her, "Please, have a seat there while you wait."
Since Abel came here to buy some clothes, he's decided to let all the guards stay outside. While waiting for Loraine to finish, he sat at a resting spot designated for men and enjoyed some drinks.
"Wow, what a fine establishment that you have here! You have very good services here!" Abel said admirably. True. A lot of times, even the shops on Earth wouldn't be so friendly towards its customers.
After ordering a cup of juice, Abel waited for Loraine as she finished picking up her clothes.
Suddenly, the door of the store was slammed open. A team of guards, led by one elite knight, came barging inside. Seeing that there wasn't anyone important here, the elite knight shouted rudely, "Mrs. Daisy will be here soon! Please, everyone, leave this place while she shops here!"
"Who does he think he is?" a young man in suit whimpered. Hard to blame him, to be fair. That "please" didn't sound very polite at all.
Another man replied, "It's Mrs. Daisy. She's the mistress of the eldest prince. Let's just leave. There's nothing we can do."
"Dear Spirit! Have these people no shame at all?" the man complained, yet proceeded to bring his partner out.
Abel shook his head at the sight of this. What an unfair society this was. How could the mistress of the eldest prince be so senseless in the middle of the City?
Even nobles were shouted at like peasants.
"Do you like these ones, Abel?" Loraine came with the stewardess.
"They're good as long as you like them. Let's pack them all up, Loraine. We'll leave the shop now."
Abel didn't want to bring any trouble here. No one knew who he was here. He wasn't exactly losing face here, so he might as well not take the spotlight this time.
"Thank you, Abel!" Loraine handed the clothes to the stewardess.
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Chapter 120
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Chapter 120 Free "Sparring" Partner
"Why aren't you leaving?" the elite knight came to Abel with four guards behind him.
"Abel, what's wrong?"
Loraine saw five fierce men with weapons yelling at Abel. She started panicking, and the memories of her previous arrest came back to her like a nightmare.
As he looked at the pale, sickly look on Lorraine's face, Abel started feeling sorry for her. He wrapped his arms around her and said to the stewardess, "Help me pack my clothes."
"Which house are you from?" the elite knight growled as Abel has just ignored him, "How dare you bring your slave out and get in Madam Daisy's way?"
As the elite knight said that, he called two guards forward to throw Abel and Lorraine out. As the men came to drag them out, the stewardess stood aside as she was too afraid to do anything
With each of his hands grabbing onto one of the guards, Abel tensed up his arms and quickly slammed their bodies together. He did hold back a little while he was doing this, but what these men were doing was pissing him off. Loraine was just a little girl, and she was very intimidated by what they were doing.
The two guards' bodies became paralyzed as soon as they collided against each other. While they were not knocked unconscious, they had to sit on the ground because of how weak they got after that hit.
"This is a capital offense, young man! You've just assault Madam Daisy's bodyguards!" the elite knight released his combat qi.
"I am a nobleman, mind you! Do you want to die? Why would you use your combat qi at me?" Abel said and suddenly leaped towards the elite knight, who was too slow to react to him.
This elite knight was originally a wandering knight. While he was quite talented, he managed to become an intermediate knight with nothing but hard work and sheer willpower. He wasn't able to go further than that, however. Since he had stopped making any improvements, he had no choice but to devote himself to serving Madam Daisy.
Unlike "real" knights, most wandering knights did not receive a proper education. Thus, even with the talent he possessed, there was just no way for him to be accepted into upper-class society. The most he could do was to be the bodyguard of a woman who was not a Lord, which was exactly what he was doing. If he managed to do well under her, he would have more resources to continue on his training.
So far, things have worked well for him. Since Madam Daisy was adored by the Royal Prince himself, her bodyguards, too, have increased their status. And with all the supply that he was getting, he had finally become an elite knight.
As good as that was, however, he was also starting to become more arrogant in his demeanor. With a potential queen as his master, he was starting to look down on even regular noblemen. In his eyes, anyone who was not a royal was a commoner, which was why he was bold enough to chase those ordinary noblemen out of the shop.
As white combat qi started flashing out, everything around the elite knight was starting to erode. It was the fancy clothes that were hung on the wall, and the wooden frame that kept them there. Because of destructive combat qi was, everything that it touched would be turned into dust.
The elite knight sneered at the sight of Abel. To make up for his lack of weapons, he used his combat qi to generate a blade in one hand and a shield in another. As clever as this idea seemed, an intermediate knight like Abel could see many things that were wrong with this strategy.
Indeed, a true, noble knight would never tolerate a fighting form like this. Unknown to this so-called "elite knight," the fighting system of a noble knight was very, very stringent. Due to centuries after centuries of perfection, not a single thing could be changed to the techniques that were taught to its practitioners, who had to learn them from an extremely early stage of their lives.
This man was not lucky enough to learn that. He was the second son and had lost the opportunity to hone the proper techniques fully. He did receive some proper training after he became an elite knight, but the habits he developed over the years were very hard for him to change.
Like two fish that were swimming in a pool, Abel's hands swiftly wiggled through the air and grabbed onto the elite knight's arms. It wasn't hard for him to do this because there were a lot of flaws in the elite knight's form.
The elite knight didn't seem to mind, however. If anything, he thought that Abel was trying to commit suicide. As Abel grabbed onto him, he released his white combat qi and went for a killing blow.
Abel didn't care for the qi that was coming at him. Instead of going for a defense, he picked up the elite knight and threw him to the ground like a mountain dropping from the sky.
The floor shattered, and the elite knight's body came down along with his armor. Abel wasn't stopping, however. As he continued to hit the man, the hole on the ground became larger and larger.
The elite knight was clearly not in the right condition. That being said, he could clearly sense his combat qi being absorbed by someone else. Pretty soon, about half the combat gi he released was removed from his body. He wanted to say something about it, but all the bones and muscles in him were crashed into mushes, thus causing him to lose the ability to speak.
Abel wasn't stopping, though. Elites knights weren't your average footsoldiers. If it wasn't for the man's carelessness, Abel's would've never had the chance to trap him and steal his combat qi.
It wasn't hard for Abel to kill an elite knight to be fair. One spell was all it took, but to restrain an experienced elite knight, Abel had to make sure that he didn't have a weapon with him. Because of arrogant this man was, Abel actually found a way to take him off guard.
If anything, Abel was lucky today. He was facing against an untrained elite knight who did not receive proper training, had a bad temper, and possibly a lot of enemies. Fighting him could be very rewarding, and it wasn't like the consequences of doing so were clearly outside the boundaries of what was socially acceptable (everyone liked seeing a scumbag having his ass kicked).
Bang.
Ten black armor warriors came rushing in for a rescue. To their surprise, their teen master, Abel, was wrestling a fully-armored knight covered in blood. It was like watching a man fighting a child, except the child was almost a third of the size of the man.
Those ten black armor warriors did not speak as they were witnessing this. Instead of assisting Abel, they just went over and carried the two bodyguards out of the way.
"Just what is going on here!" A 20-year-old lady walked in. She was wearing a fancy dress and had a fan in her hand. Behind her were two maids and four of her personal bodyguards.
"It's Lord Blight!" A guard yelled as he was preparing to fight Abel. But just before he was about to do so, the ten black armor warriors stopped him from moving any further.
"How dare you!" the guard yelled at the ten black armor warriors, but was too afraid to actually make a move on them, "Do you actually know who the Elite Knight of Blight is?"
Not one of the ten black armor warriors replied to that question. They were trained to be in suicide squads. In their minds, the only thing that mattered was to follow Abel's command.
Abel frowned as he sucked out all the combat qi from the elite knight. After all the time he's spent on this man right here, he's only ranked up from 11 to 12. While the qi pressure point in the middle of his right hand was completely filled, a qi cyclone started forming from the pressure point located at his left hand. About 80% of his combat qi had just been replenished.
As disappointed as Abel was with the progress he was making, powerful combat qis were just harder to upgrade than regular combat qi. The combat qi Abel possessed had the color gold, which required much more energy to improve than most regular knights. The elite knight might've made a lot of progress in his training, but that was barely anything compared to the amount of potential Abel had.
Actually, if Abel's combat qi wasn't so weird, he would've only had to focus on becoming a wizard.